Men Can’t Be Raped, I Once Thought — Until It Happened to Me

I said no. My rapist didn’t hear me.

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My best friend encouraged me to go to the police. I did, but because there was no rape kit, because Pablo didn’t even remember sleeping with me, because I came in three months after the incident — and to some degree, because I am Black — the police and the Santa Clara County District Attorney’s Office could not provide criminal justice.

Charles is an environmental consultant, musician, and young adult author. Follow him at, on Twitter @corgbon, or Instagram @carbonate03.

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